[The hand coming her way gets as much of a look of curiosity she can manage, slowed in an almost drunken way as something tries to pilot her eyes without moving her head around too much. It's harder than she'd expect, especially after nearly managing that same thing just seconds before, and as much as she still doesn't understand the things he does, the brushing away of her hair feels a bit like a reward for all her effort.]
Mmuhhhm.
[With something like optimism driving her forward, something gets moving again, intent on tugging him along if she has to. Food, food, food...]
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Mmuhhhm.
[With something like optimism driving her forward, something gets moving again, intent on tugging him along if she has to. Food, food, food...]